3.25.2012

Eight Months


At eight months, The Boy...gives big open-mouth kisses on a daily basis.  gives me zerberts on my tummy.  is fascinated with D's elbow and forearm when he gets his diapers changes (J's diapers, not D's).  is a freakin' awesome sleeper. loves to eat almost anything- cheerios are a new fav.  has created his own version of a crawl- he lunges forward with his arms, then pushes off his toes, sticks his butt way up in the air, then moves ahead.  it works for him. (i have a feeling his roly-poly thighs may hold him back from a text-book crawl for a little while longer.) is wearing 12 month clothing.  plays ball- for real- with D:


love, love, loves Tar and Amelia and wants to grab fists full of their hair pet them all the time- we're working on the meaning of "gentle." got his first real cold- so, so sad to see your baby sick...is getting better at feeding himself.  tries to grab the spoon out of my hand when I'm feeding him. uses almost anything as a chew toy- the other day I caught him trying to eat the floor- seriously.  loves to knock down the block towers D builds him. could just play with kitchen stuff (tupperware and plastic utensils, no blenders or knives) and be perfectly happy.  becoming more weary of strangers and those he doesn't see on a regular basis.  gets frustrated when he can't reach his toys. wants to nurse the minute I walk through the door when I get home from work. is the best morning snuggler ever.  is sweet, funny, happy, and smiley.  I keep thinking each month is my most favorite month with him, and then the next one is ever better. 

love you, JWB...

1 comment:

  1. Looks like Jack really took Moneyball to heart last fall.

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